night and day

Going through some of the stuff that I had written and saved up for nostalgia sessions. Somethings hurt no matter how hard you try to forget...

Chanced upon a night one day
listened very carefully to what the silence would say
with devilish intent I saw that blinding light
My guardian angel, there she was, in my sight

Now shes gone, in forsaken thought
I have myself a question bought
Sins in heaven are to break
though in spirit my soul it aches

Knocking doors and ringing bells,
Walking away with my sins to hell,
I questioned HIM if prayers would say
what is it that made me pay???

The title

My peppermints with fruit...I didn't expect this one to go unnoticed but somehow it has. I somewhat believe that the truth need not be bitter and the correct path need not be the most difficult one.

Gandhiji was a great man, now whether you believe that or you don't you must agree that the title of his autobiography was pretty good...and it was indeed "My Experiments with Truth" This blog was, and in the future is supposed to contain what I perceive to be the truth, but the truth can be tricky and ambiguous.

and now I hope the title of my blog makes a little more sense, for the truth can be nothing more than "My peppermints with fruit"